What is it About the NIght?

Haunted is Haunted

Herriman, Utah.  A town built upon the meeting sites of certain secret societies.  Lynchings and murders were rumored to have happened within the terrain of the southern hillside of the town boundaries.  These were kept quiet because the victims were students of the local high school.  The district officials felt that if the murders were reported to the public, other students would be influenced and more undesirable behaviors would escalate.  Their reasoning being that in the past one suicide always led to others.

City officials and building commissioners were eager as slick water flowing toward the easiest coarse into the gutters of the sewers.  Building permits for this prestigious property were sold to several builders hell bent on earning every dollar that could be made.  No one  seemed too concerned about the history of the land.  It would later be the unsuspecting buyers of the cute town homes that would ultimately pay the price for this indisretion.  

One such couple moved into a townhome that they were renting from a second party owner, which they knew not of his name.  This was to be a new beginning for the newly wed couple.  They had previous to this found times to be difficult with their finances and were feeling that the tide was finally about to turn for them.  They moved into the two-story home with their two toy poodles.  One black and the other a white one.  Peaceful little dogs with sweet spirits who are dearly loved by their owners.  I mention this fact only because of the events that were soon to take place and the havoc that almost took the life of their dear sweet Blackie.  

I don't feel that it would enhance this story by any means to tell of every single paranormal event that took place within the walls of this house, for there are too many to write of.  I will start by writing of the first indication that all was not as is normal for this world.  The wife spent many hours late at night studying on her computer to get liscenced as a medical transcriptionist.  Learning Latin was a frustrating plight for her and so she usually didn't retire for the night until about 3 a.m. in the morning.  Her husband would retire between 10 p.m. and 12 a.m..

This particular evening was not out of the norm for them.  Her husband was upstairs in the bedroom by midnight getting ready for bed when he decided to come down the stairs for a glass of water.  He met his wife on the stairs as she was going up.  The stopped and paused to pass when the wife said to him, "Do you know this home is haunted?"  She said it expecting to shock him.  But his reply was immediate. He answered with a calm but stern, "Yes.".  this surprised his wife since she thought she was the only one in their home aware of certain goings on.  She continued to ask him questions.  Things that she had experienced and he confirmed that he was aware of them as well.  They had both heard voices in the same area of the home.  A female and two male voices.  They sounded distant yet right next to them.  Many other things happened later on in the home.  Locked doors opening by themselves.  Feelings of being watched.  And always the voices almost every night at the same hour, could be heard.  The final factor in the couples quick retreat from their  home with only a few belongings and their dogs began like this.  Several photos had been taken at night for some sort of proof to what it was they were dealing with.  They were fortunate in capturing a couple photos with a ghostly woman standing in their hallway.  One week their beautiful, happy Blackie stopped eating.  She stopped drinking.  She was unable to stand or even sit.  All she did was shake.  The couple prayed day and night for the recovery of their pet.  Every day she seemed to get even worse.  the were afraid emminent death was near.  On the 5th morning of her illness, which they felt was brought on by this entity that shared their home, the wife got out of bed at 5 a.m. in the morning and started packing up.  Her husband asked what she was doing.  She promptly replied, "I'm outta here!"  They left that day leaving many of their belongs behind or trashed. 

Blackie recovered swiftly.  The wife investigated the building site of that home.  What she found out only validated the paranormal activities that had happened to them while living there.  A gang murder had occurred on the property in which the home was built.  The wife's son knew about this through friend's of his and had been sworn to secrecy, which was another possible reason why they had been haunted.  This is a true story.

Dead Men Can Make Wind in Their Caskets

I have to tell you a true story that I read.  Make note that this is a historical story, however the names of those who lived this event (or died) have escaped me at the moment.  This particular event took place in Arizona long ago back in the mid 1800's.  Those were tough times back then.  For a good temperature day was hard to come by and the liquor was bought and drank freely as a way to escape the heat and I'm sure many other difficulties as a result of hard living.  Back then, a town was made from the poor and the wealthy.  Not a lot of in between there.  You either had land and money or you made your money by working for those who had it.  The wealthy mainly had huge ranches.  One such man made quite a bit of money with his ranch and hired on several to assist him in managing it.  He was also the owner of the town liquor store.  He was a respected man because of these things.  I mean, money is power, right?

One hot, summer evening, as history tells it, the ranch owner was seen walking out from his liquor store.
It was reported that a man was waiting for the ranchers appearance.  When he caught sight of him walking down the street, the sun was just beginning to set.  This man had a bone to pick with the rancher.  Apparently, they had an arguement earlier that day in the liquor store over eight dollars.  The man felt like he had been stiffed out of his money which was a lot of cash for anyone who worked hard out in the desert sun.

The man pulled some thing from his waist pocket that caught the last rays of sunlight and sent a white flash to everyone who saw it.  Before the rancher knew what happened, he was lying still on the hard, dirt packed road.  He had been killed by a bullet from the man's gun.  It took only one shot to kill this rich landowner.

There were so many witnesses out that evening to testify against the murderer, that the townspeople decided against a trial.  They wanted to hang the murderer that very night.  The did too.  They strung him up and waited for his body to be quite still.  They cut him down eager to be done with the whole business of the murder and hanging.  Then, they placed his body in a wooden casket for the night, planning to bury him outside the town limits the following day.  His casket was left outside that night and as many a curious folk started to walk by and take a gander, a disturbing account of people hearing the body moving around inside that casket was reported.  In a hasty decision made by the sheriff of the town, they opened up that casket and strung up the murderer once again.  It was a ghastly night.  Many mistakes were made.  The biggest one of all, of course, must have been felt by the murderer of the wealthy rancher of Arizona.

Normal is as Normal Does... I mean, it does make sense.

I've always wondered what normal represents.  My children often use this
word in a sentence such as, "It's a copper, just act normal!".  Mind you my kids
are adults now and still use this phrase whenever driving on any street where
an officer might be lurking.  I always feel like I am normal until I am told to act
as if it's really true.